I am Paul , like every 4 year old boy I like to kick a ball. Give me a blank sheet of paper and some crayons and I am happy as can be.
I am Paul I feel like a big boy but I know I am small. I like to play outside, come rain or shine.
I am Paul and sometimes I cry when I fall. But when my dad or mum pick me up and wipe away my tears and kiss my sore knee better I feel great again.
I am Paul , when I get praise I feel 10 feet tall. I love my food especially cakes and all things sweet.
I am Paul , I don’t like being an oddball. I hate it when people laugh at me and point at me and make fun of the yellow star I wear.
I am Paul and I can’t understand it at all. Why does anyone want to murder me. I am only 4, I want to live so much more.
I am Paul van Gelderen I was murdered in Auschwitz on September 28 1942 ,together with my Mother.
I am Paul, I am Paul.